The cell was a chamber of horrors, and Alexi was its unwilling centerpiece. Her mind, once a fortress of logic and will, was now a ruin, shattered by the relentless assault of reality.
Every wet, choking sound from Natasha's throat, every guttural groan from Jax, was a hammer blow against the crumbling walls of her sanity.
And then, Jax decided to make it worse.
He stopped his brutal thrusting, his cock still buried deep in Natasha's mouth. Natasha whimpered in protest, her body still trembling with the need for more.
Jax ignored her, his golden eyes locked on Alexi's horrified, tear-streaked face. A slow, cruel smile spread across his lips.
"You're too far away, Alexi," he said, his voice a soft, terrifying purr. "You can't truly appreciate the artistry from over there."
He grabbed a handful of Natasha's hair, not to guide her, but to drag her, knowing she loved being treated roughly.
